Chapter 38

Chapter 38 - 38 037 Xie Shang braids Changlings hair Chapter 38: 037: Xie Shang braids Changling’s hair Chapter 38: 037: Xie Shang braids Changling’s hair Wen Changling went to open the door.

Xie Shang stood at the door and did not walk inside, “Miss Jhiang was called away by her father for a social engagement, and she asked me to come over and let you know.”

Wen Changling made a sound of acknowledgement, saying she understood.

“The dress is very beautiful, and it suits you well.”

“Thank you.”

Xie Shang was never stingy with praise.

Jhiang Youyou had a good eye, the dress she picked indeed suited Wen Changling very well: the dress was a deep sapphire blue, square-necked, and with a long skirt, attractive without being ostentatious.

“Have you had dinner?” Xie Shang asked.

“No.”

“Let’s go, grab something to eat.”

Wen Changling closed the door properly and walked with Xie Shang.

Because her skirt was very long, it was not very convenient to walk. Xie Shang slowed down, walking on her outside, not too closely, leaving the space of one person between them.

The Jhiang family’s house was large, the corridor excessively long, somewhat like the hall of an art gallery, with paintings hanging all along the wall.

“Your hair tie has fallen.”

Wen Changling looked at Xie Shang, “Hmm?”

He crouched down, picked up the black hair tie that had fallen onto her skirt, and then gave it back to her.

She glanced at her dress, considering whether to turn around and fix it, as the neckline of the dress was a bit loose.

“Do you need help?”

“You can do that?” she was too curious, forgetting to refuse.

“A little.”

Xie Shang walked behind her.

The frames on the wall all had glass in them, the clean transparent glass reflecting clear images of people.

There was no longer the space of one person between them. Due to the reduced distance, the height difference between a man and a woman was particularly obvious at this moment. She had to look up to see Xie Shang’s eyes in the glass frame above.

From such an angle, Xie Shang’s eyelashes looked very long, curving, with the folds of his double eyelids deepest at the outer corners. Because he was looking down, it was easy to create an illusion, as if he was the kind of person who would be compliant.

The pupils were really pretty, like amber. Such eyes must look very good when crying. Wen Changling, looking up at the reflection in the glass, suddenly had this thought flash through her mind: she wanted to see Xie Shang cry.

“Don’t look at me, lower your head.”

“Oh.”

Wen Changling reined in the increasingly wild thoughts in her mind.

In such a pose, a man and a woman together would generally seem very intimate, but Xie Shang deliberately kept some distance, preventing it from feeling inappropriate.

Wen Changling didn’t know where to look properly, so she just stared at her skirt hem. The sapphire blue gown was very exquisitely made, with sequins on the skirt that shone and sparkled under the light, like stars in the sky.

She suddenly remembered what that wealthy lady had called Xie Shang, Xingxing.

Xie Shang carefully avoided her left ear’s hearing aid, his movements while combing through her hair were so gentle that she only felt the tingle of her hair tips grazing her neck, and the previously restrained ambitions in her thoughts escaped once again.

What would Xie Shang look like with reddened eyes, begging someone?

“Give me the hair tie.”

Wen Changling lifted her eyelids, restoring a sincere and honest expression, and handed the hair tie to Xie Shang.

“Done.”

Xie Shang stepped back a bit, the distance between them widening again.

Wen Changling touched her hair, “Do you also know how to braid?”

“My mother taught me.”

The two continued to walk forward, reaching a corner and then descending the stairs together. Wen Changling walked on the side next to the handrail, one hand on the stair rail and the other lifting her skirt.

“Did she teach you to charm girls?”

Xie Shang smiled, “No, she taught me how to respect her.”

Xie Shang’s mom is truly a remarkable person.

She must be a very outstanding lady. Xie Shang had been taught very well by her, without a trace of bad habits typical of the offspring of the rich. He respects women and knows very well the measures and boundaries of interaction.

“Does your mom know?”

“What?”

Wen Changling didn’t pay much attention to the news on the internet and had not seen clearly the face of that wealthy woman he had casually mentioned, “I heard you’ve become the darling of a wealthy lady.”

Xie Shang suddenly stopped.

He was on the step below her, she almost didn’t stop in time, leaning forward, her sapphire blue clashed with his black, her skirt brushing against his suit.

“That wealthy lady is my mom.”

The “secrets” of the Lotus Pond Street intelligence team really weren’t reliable, Wen Changling felt it was better to keep silent at this time.

Xie Shang didn’t say anything further. After descending the stairs, he said, “The dining area is on the left, do you need me to take you there?”

“Not necessary,” Wen Changling said, “Thank you.”

She walked ahead first.

Xie Shang was too conspicuous. She felt it was better not to keep too close to him at such a gathering.

Perhaps because she had changed her clothes and her loose braided hair covered her ears, she was no longer different from the crowd, and no one paid special attention to her. She was happy to be at ease, choosing the less crowded paths, and made her way to where the food was placed.

Just then, Jhiang Youyou was also near the dining table.

Her father, Jhiang Zhenghao, was there too, introducing her to others.

“This is my daughter, Youyou.”

The man opposite her was dressed in a high-end suit, slightly overweight, not very tall, roughly the same height as Jhiang Youyou in high heels.

The gentleman greeted her proactively, “Hello.”

Jhiang Youyou replied, “Hello.”

The man took a moment to size up Jhiang Youyou, an expression of appreciation appearing on his face.

Jhiang Zhenghao’s intentions were very clear, and after achieving his purpose, he very considerately said, “You young people chat, I won’t be in the way here.”

Jhiang Zhenghao gave Jhiang Youyou a knowing look, then stepped aside to let the two of them “develop” their conversation.

The man was quite interested in Jhiang Youyou, “What do you do for work, Miss Jhiang?”

Jhiang Youyou was very composed, her dress the most conservative with long sleeves, yet still unable to hide her good figure.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, showing an appropriate shyness and discomfort when interacting with a man, “A doctor.”

“That’s great, doctors are so noble, saving lives and helping the wounded.”

Studying medicine was Jhiang Zhenghao’s requirement. He said that doctors and teachers were the most preferred professions for daughters-in-law among the wealthy, but Jhiang Youyou thought his ideas were too old-fashioned.

The man initiated the conversation, “Being a doctor must be busy, right?”

“It’s manageable,” Jhiang Youyou replied, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, her hands clasped in front of her, her voice soft and demure, the very picture of a docile lady, “I work at a private hospital, so it’s not too hectic.”

“So what does Miss Jhiang like to do when she’s not busy?”

Dancing, drinking, playing video games.

Jhiang Zhenghao said this gentleman’s family was in the silk business, wealthy for several generations. As a lady, her hobbies couldn’t be too wild. Jhiang Youyou took a step back in mock alarm as the man seemed to lean in, “I don’t go out much, usually just embroider at home, read books.”

“You can embroider?” The man showed an unprecedented interest and surprise.

She smiled shyly, “A little.”

“You really don’t seem like a modern person,” the man asked enthusiastically, “I bet you’ve never been to a bar, right?”

She covered her mouth in shock, disbelieving, “How could a girl go to such a place?”

Just beside them, Wen Changling, “...”

She felt like she had met a fake Dr. Jhiang.